Runaway Groom (Groom Series Book 1) (English Translation)

Chapter 2

Dedicated to DiMcdonald

Chapter 2: Habit

After that very awkward moment, I decided to finish early. Instead of washing and scrubbing his back, I rinsed myself. He did not stop me. He did not mind.

Wearing a towel around my waist, I left the bathroom with sadness on my face.

I don't want to blame Mew. At least he was honest. He did not speak the words that meant nothing to him. At least he did not want me to have false hope.

I sighed.

When I entered the walk-in closet of our huge room, I was stunned when my clothes were already arranged on the closets and were already out of our suitcases.

How did he even get my suitcases out of my room? I guess he asked the staff of the resort?

Wearing a fresh muscle shirt and board shorts paired with my Havaianas flip flops, I walked out of the closet. I can still hear the gushing of the water from the shower. He's not yet done.

I was about to sit on the bed when I saw his phone screen lit on the bedside table. It was on silent mode so you wouldn't really know if someone is calling unless you are staring at the screen.

It was Aron calling him. But after a few seconds, the call was cancelled. I saw that a new message arrived. It was from Aron.

But I have learned my lesson so I ignored the phone.

I know that I would only hurt myself if I choose to open the message.

So instead of punishing myself, I decided to leave the room. Besides, I was wrong to invade his privacy earlier. I may be his husband, but I don't have the right to meddle with the things on his phone.

And what will I get from doing that anyway? Pain? A feeling of regret?

It's almost five in the afternoon. I haven't eaten anything for this day. I was too preoccupied with my problems that I did not even feel hungry.

Where did I get the energy to remain standing while he was fucking me earlier? Our body really works in mysterious ways.

I went out to eat at the restaurant and chose to sit at the farthest table. From my seat is the beautiful view of the ocean especially that the restaurant is open and not surrounded by walls. Darkness is slowly trying to take over the sky.

I took a moment to appreciate the beauty of the beach. You can also see from my position the numerous people enjoying the day as it ends. I remembered that one of the features of this resort is that they offer free cocktails from five to five thirty by the beach. That explains the huge amount of people present.

And if you would visit the other end of the island, you will surely see the majestic setting of the sun.

Not far from me are people setting up for the beach party tonight.

"Hi sir. May I take your order?" a waiter asked. I stopped observing to direct my attention to him.

He was cute. The polo shirt he was wearing hugged his toned body. His muscles were evident.

"I'll order whatever is your bestseller," I answered.

This Spanish looking guy is surely handsome. But he is no match to Mew's handsomeness.

"I see. How about your drinks, Sir?" he asked in a flirting manner.

I took a moment to look at the tag on his shirt.

'Hi. I'm Hughie,' it said. (Hughie is read as Yuwi)

"We'll have two orange juice and two of whatever he ordered." Mew's baritone voice echoed inside the restaurant. There was a hint of anger in his voice and his eyes were like daggers towards the guy in front of me.